Quotes From Romance Novels Novels & Stories

"Pride and Prejudice. Jane Eyre. The Great Gatsby." I turned to him, tears instantly filling my eyes. "You cut up first editions?" "I had duplicates," he shrugged, though his eyes were gentle. "I wanted her to sleep under the stories you love. I wanted her to dream in words." I choked out a sob. It was the most romantic, destructive, incredibly Alexander thing he had ever done. "It's beautiful," I whispered. "It's perfect." He let out a breath he’d been holding. He walked over to the rocking chair in the corner—a massive, plush velvet chair that was clearly sized for him, not me.

Our service begins and I listen to the vows from Sebastian. He starts with an Einstein quote, it makes me smile. He knows how much I have respect for that man. "When you trip over love, it is easy to get up. But when you fall in love, it is impossible to stand again." "Ava my darling, mi carina I didn't fall in love with you, I walked into love with you with my eyes wide open

The shelves stood tall and proud, adorned with books that I had arranged in a way that I found ‘perfect’. “You read a lot of romance, don’t you?” I laughed, looking away. “Well, true love is much easier to find in the pages of those books.” I took one of my favourites from a shelf. “You see this one— every time I come back to read it, their love story is unchanged. It’s ever as strong and genuine. Something you can’t say about love in the real world.”

Okay, maybe I actually read them often. She looks up at me and flashes me a dazzling smile. “I wonder where it is then… where you learn your romantic tendencies from. Reading romance novels could be very informative to guys. You could learn a thing or two from the male leads.” “My romantic side is natural, baby. I was born this way. A book can’t teach me anything I don’t already know,” I say as I lick my lips and rub my hands suggestively. She throws her head back and laughs. The sound is as beautiful as the music of angels.

“That rather gives the plot away, no?” I laughed. “Romance novels aren’t known for being subtle.” He plucked the book from my fingers before I could react. He held it over my head as he flipped through it. “Where are the love scenes? Ah, found one.” He raised one golden eyebrow as he began to read aloud: “‘A fire lit in her belly. Damian’s hands were magic. Everywhere he touched, it was like fire across her skin.’” “Oh my God, stop—” He just held the book up higher. Tall people were the worst.

"I just learned. From now on I will improve myself. I'm sorry for being too stiff… and annoying for you.” "Yes. Change, I'm waiting for you." Jazzy replied kissing the rose Marco gave her. Jazzy looked around the room. On the bed, not only red roses that adorn the entire mattress. But there are some verses and romantic quotes on colored and fragrant paper which are scattered on the mattress. Jazzy looked at them one by one. "Life is a flower, while love is honey." Said one of the papers scattered on the bed. "My love is as sweet as a rose."

With a mischievous glint in my eyes, I leaned in closer, capturing her gaze. "Emily," I whispered, my voice laden with a mixture of longing and playfulness, "our love is not just a source of strength, but also a flame that ignites the most passionate of desires within me." A blush crept up her cheeks, and a playful smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Oh, Roman," she responded, her voice a breathy whisper, "you always know how to set my heart ablaze."

I ask not knowing what they expect to do while Matteo's tutor is here. "Oh, whatever you like, sweetie; Matteo will only be gone a few hours." She stated this before hastily retreating around the corner, Matteo's little hand waving farewell to me. Well ok then... **** I'm currently sitting down in the sitting room reading one of my favourite books Pride and prejudice. I mean it's so beautifully written. A blanket was draped over my lap, and the fire in front of me kept me warm and comfortable as I read. The scent of burning wood from the fireplace soothed me into the leather chair. I smile when I read my favorite quote from the book. "You have bewitched me body and soul. And I -"

I reluctantly opened the letter as both of them literally pushed their heads inside my locker to read it. "Love ceases to be a pleasure when it ceases to be a secret." Maybe this is why I want to be your secret and admire you from afar. The distance is bearable as long as you smile while reading these little messages. Have a good day Dear Astraea. ~Secret Admirer. "The Lover's Watch by Aphra Behn." Miranda spoke quietly. "What ?" "The quote is from that book Emily." I explained. "Classic quotes on each love letter. He is a nerd like you Rae." Emily patted my shoulder, feigning sympathy for me.

Everything I’ve wanted since I realized the coffee you spilled on your shirt matched the shade of your eyes perfectly. I love it when you smile at me—really smile at me. I can almost pretend you remember as much as I do. They went on and on, telling me everything he’s never said aloud and some things he has, like the repetition is necessary for me to believe it. Either way, these notes were everything I never wanted to hear. Everything that would make me fall again. “You said maybe you believed in romance. And I said maybe isn’t enough when your eyes leave me breathless and your touch makes me feel alive. Not when the love we had is boiling beneath the surface. When I’m so ready to let my lo